Hollywood Hunter

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When the news that Pulp Fiction won the Palme d'Or came out, the whole small town of Cannes was boiling, and media reporters scattered all over the city flocked to the Film Palace.

Due to the time difference, it was still daytime on the east and west coasts of North America. The news came back, causing a commotion again. Many evening newspapers temporarily changed their pages and pushed the news of the "Pulp Fiction" award to the headlines.

At the end of the ceremony, the judges rushed to attend the closing ceremony press conference, as usual, they had to spend some time explaining the reasons for the results of the awards. Simon and his entourage were also arranged to be interviewed by reporters in another conference hall.

After taking the photo with the box containing the Palme d'Or, everyone sat down on the stage and started the question time. All the reporters in the hall immediately raised their hands.

The host chose a tall black-haired reporter, and the other party asked directly without answering the phone: "Simon, I'm Mark Winster, a reporter from The Hollywood Reporter, as the youngest gold medalist in the history of the Cannes Film Festival. Palm winner, how are you feeling now?"

With a smile on his face, Simon said, "I'm very excited and honored. This is the most memorable moment in my life."

After the warm-up question, Mark Winster continued: "I heard that you are working on "Batman", Simon, and you will also make distinctive anti-heroes like "Lola Run" and "Pulp Fiction" in the future. Genre films?"

Simon nodded without hesitation: "Of course, there are actually many very interesting ideas in my mind. It would be a pity if I couldn't put them on the big screen. However, I believe that "Batman" in the plan will also be a A very good movie, nothing worse than Run Lola and Pulp Fiction."

Another reporter asked: "Simon, I'm Peter Richardson, a reporter for The Screen. You just said you have many other ideas. Can you name one?"

"This can't be done," Simon refused with a smile and said, "Tell everyone in advance that there will be no freshness in the future."

Amidst the light laughter of the crowd, another reporter was targeted, and the other party took the microphone and looked at the stage and said, "Simon, I'm Arthur Brady, a reporter from the British "Guardian". "The exploration of the meaning of life and "Separated World"'s attention to racial issues, do you think "Pulp Fiction" such a film full of swearing, violence and drugs really deserves the Palme d'Or?"

The Palme d'Or results for most years at the Cannes Film Festival have been met with all kinds of skepticism.

Simon, knowing that he could not escape this situation, was not surprised to hear the Guardian reporter's question, affirming without hesitation: "I think my film deserves this award."

After saying this, without waiting for the other party to ask, Simon took the initiative to explain: "First of all, Arthur, you have to understand that the quality of the film itself has nothing to do with its position. , lighting, editing and other aspects. I do not deny the profound conception of "Murder Short Film" and "Isolated World", but in terms of the overall quality of a film itself, I am confident that "Pulp Fiction" is better than them."

Arthur Brady pressed: "In your opinion, Simon, should the festival completely get rid of the idea of ​​a film and judge a film completely neutrally?"

Simon shook his head and said: "This is just an extreme opinion of your personal imagination. Movies are actually a kind of ideological carrier. Filmmakers use it to express what they want to express, and the audience can also freely choose what they want to see. As a promotion An important bridge of communication between the two, the film festival should be inclusive, and without touching the bottom line, it needs to allow films of various types, themes and ideas to enter its own platform, and give corresponding affirmations. Pulp Fiction, I didn't promote blood and violence on purpose, this movie is essentially a dark comedy that is wild and absurd."

Following Simon's remarks, the reporters in the audience showed expressions of thought.

Seeing this situation, the host stopped giving the Guardian reporter a chance to find fault, and quickly chose the next questioner.

After all, there are only a few media who can enter the film palace for interviews. After the brief press conference, Simon and his party were surrounded by a swarm of reporters as soon as they left the film palace. In the dense flash of light, media reporters mixed with various accents and accents raised questions aloud.

Then there is the official celebration dinner.

Simon didn't bother to deal with the reporters around, and protected Janet beside him, squeezed through the crowd and got on the roadside car and left quickly.

The end of the gala dinner was already late at night, and the next day, more media repercussions about Pulp Fiction winning the Palme d'Or spread further. Simon, a winner of the Palme d'Or at the age of 20, may have a great future. The youngest winner who is difficult to break the record, the discussion and controversy caused can be imagined.

History always belongs to the victors.

Just like the 1999 Oscars in the original time and space, Shakespeare in Love, which won the Best Picture, Best Director and other awards, carried too much controversy, but it was the one that was remembered after all, and the other four nominated films , except for Spielberg's "Saving Private Ryan", it is difficult to impress the audience too much.

As for the "Pulp Fiction" award, Simon can confirm two points. The quality of the film itself is enough to qualify for this award, and there will be no scandals such as buying awards and bribery behind the scenes. Then, the Palme d'Or in his hands There is no doubt.

that's enough.

Continuing to stay in Cannes for a day due to various trifles, on May 25th

Early in the morning, everyone was packing their bags and preparing to leave. A business car drove into the mansion and stopped at the gate of the villa. Natasha Kinski, still in that casual look, got out of the car lazily, and the driver unloaded three oversized suitcases from the car and drove away.

As a judge for the main competition, the festival had originally arranged a hotel for Natasha Kinski.

Now, this treatment is obviously over, which is actually the reason why the woman forcibly borrowed a house from Simon on the stage of the awards ceremony.

Simon and Janet came out, and Natasha Kinsky saw Janet, raised some spirits and hugged the woman a little, then aimed at Simon, and looked at a few big suitcases of her own.

Simon unmoved and pretended not to understand the woman's suggestion.

Janet smiled and took Natasha Kinski's arm and walked into the villa, saying, "Come on, I'll let Neil help you move it later, and you can live in our master bedroom."

Simon followed the two girls into the living room, and Jennifer and former real estate agent Sophia Fisher also came over to greet Natasha Kinski. Simon and Janet leave Cannes, and the house still needs to be looked after by Sophia Fisher.

When Natasha Kinski heard Sophia Fisher's self-introduction, she said rudely: "Ms. Fisher, can you please help me with a housekeeper? There are also chefs, maids and drivers."

Sophia Fishy didn't know what to do, just nodded and said, "Of course there's no problem, Ms. Kinsky, I'll send some candidates tomorrow, and you can interview in person. Do you need anything else?"

"Not for now," Natasha Kinski shook her head, gestured to Simon calmly, and added: "By the way, the bill is on Westeros."

Sophia Fisher froze for a moment, subconsciously glanced at Janet, and then looked at Simon.

Simon felt Sophia Fisher's ambiguous eyes, and leaned on the sofa somewhat resignedly, and said, "It must be all women."

Sophia Fisher pursed her lips and smiled, "No problem."

Janet and Jennifer also laughed and continued to pack, and Natasha Kinski followed.

Simon just picked up a copy of today's newspaper and noticed that Sophia Fisher was still standing there, and couldn't help but glance at the other party. The feminine real estate agent in her thirties was wearing a white blouse and black tube skirt today, with short high heels on her feet, looking very seductive.

Noticing Simon looking at himself, Sophia Fisher stood still, and after a while said: "Mr. Westeros, is there any problem?"

Simon put down the newspaper and asked directly, "Sophia, how much have you earned in the past three years?"

Sophia Faisi thought for a while and said, "Before taxes, it's about 1.2 million francs."

"Are you married?"

Sophia Fisher did not hesitate, and said, "I married, and then left. I have a pair of children, and the custody belongs to me."

"Then, are you willing to come and work for me, I will pay you 1.2 million francs a year," Simon simply put down the newspaper and looked at the woman. "As for the employment date, it will not be until your next marriage."

Sophia Fisher looked at Simon and said, "What are you going to ask me to do?"

"Housekeeper," Simon said, "mainly responsible for helping me manage European real estate."

Sophia Fisher said: "Mr. Westeros, you don't seem to have much real estate in Europe."

"So, your other task is to continue to help me buy properties until the properties belonging to Westeros are all over the big cities in Europe."

Sophia Fisher flashed some surprise in her eyes and said, "This will cost a lot of money."

Simon said: "Making money is my business."

Sophia Fisher thought for a moment and said, "In this case, Mr. Westeros, 1.2 million francs a year is not enough,"

Simon shrugged and said, "If you want more, you need to prove it to me first."

Sophia Fisher said without hesitation, "What should I do next?"

"Draw up an employment contract for me," Simon took out his checkbook, and quickly signed a check and handed it to Sophia Fisher, saying, "This is your salary for the first year. As for what it will be next year, see Your performance. You know what I want. You pay your loyalty and I'll give you everything you want, cheat me and I'll give you nothing."

Sophia Fisher took the check and carefully collected it, saying, "You will not be disappointed, Mr. Westeros."

Simon nodded, gestured towards the upstairs, and said, "The housekeeper is no longer needed. You will be the housekeeper in the future. Help me take care of this place and that woman."

Sophia Fisher nodded and said, "I understand."

Simon leaned back on the sofa again, picked up the newspaper, noticed that the woman still hadn't left, and asked, "Is there any problem?"

"Mr. Westeros, you just said," Sophia Fisher hesitated a little, and said, "The employment period is until my next marriage."

Simon shrugged and said, "Yes, obviously, this is a man's possessiveness."

"Oh, Mr. Westeros, you're quite straightforward."

"so?"

"I'm a normal woman, Mr. Westeros, and I've got a good partner who's..."

"Cohabitation also counts."

"Um?"

"I mean, you're going to live with him for a long time, and you're married. You're going to lose your job."

Sophia Fisher pursed her lips and said, "You are such a bossy boss."

Simon said: "Obviously, the annual salary of 1.2 million francs is not so easy to get, you can also lie to me."

"What if it's discovered?"

"I just said that I might spend 12 million francs to let you know that you shouldn't lie to me." Simon looked up again, glanced at the woman and said, "So, do you still want this job?"

Sophia Faisy glanced at the check in her hand again and said, "In this case, 1.2 million francs is actually not much."

1.2 million francs, which is about $180,000 at the exchange rate at this time, is equivalent to the annual salary of a vice president of a Fortune 500 company. In the 1980s, this annual salary level was definitely considered a high earner.

Simon noticed the obvious hints in Sophia Faisy's words and deeds after he appeared today, and because he just needed it, he temporarily issued this job offer, and heard the words: "Sophia, like raising a cat, you can't always Feed them too much so the cat becomes more dependent on the owner."

"Mr Westeros, do you think women are cats?"

"Yes, as one of the most fickle creatures in the world, I never expect too much from you," Simon nodded and said, "So, the first year is only 1.2 million francs, but as long as you satisfy me, Maybe 10 years from now, you can get 12 million francs, or even $12 million.”

"Is this a promise?"

"Calculate."

"It suddenly occurred to me, Mr. Westeros, that at the rate you're spending your money now, you might not be able to pay that in ten years."

"It's not a problem, because before that, you might have left decisively."

Sophia Fisher hesitated this time before saying, "I won't do this."

"I'm glad to hear you say that, but still can't give you a raise right away."

Sophia Fisher showed an intellectual good-looking smile on her face and said, "What if I want to resign one day?"

"You may be responsible for a very large asset next, so tell me six months in advance."

Sophia Fisher nodded: "Then, Mr. Westeros, I have no problem."

"But I still have a question," Simon looked at the woman in front of him again and said, "I need to know what kind of woman I hired."

Sophia Fisher nodded and said, "I will prepare a resume for you."

"No, I mean, do you have some past that you absolutely don't want outsiders to know about?"

Sophia Fisher thought for a while, then shook her head: "No."

"In this case, I will hire a detective company to make a 'resume' about you, I hope you don't mind."

Sophia Fisher said: "I really mind."

Simon said: "You can stop it, and I can only say sorry, but I have to make sure that the people I hire have no violent tendencies, mental history, criminal records, etc."

Sophia Fisher looked at Simon oddly: "Violence and mental history?"

Simon was stunned for a moment, then spread out his hands with a smile, and said, "Yes, this is probably a very dangerous job. You can think about it carefully. I will tell me the result before I leave Cannes."

"Mr Westeros, but you're leaving in an hour."

"The opportunity is fleeting."

Sophia Fisher hesitated for a moment, but said, "I will draw up my own employment contract as soon as possible."

Simon snapped his fingers: "The wise choice."

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